Before we start you should know that I fell asleep at 21:00 WHILE typing this post last night, which should tell you what sort of Saturday I’d just had. So sorry this is late; don’t complain about me on Trip Advisor/Beer Twitter. On the last Saturday in May I caught the train from Sheffield to… Continue reading WHAT’S YOUR POISON, ALFRETON ?
Author: retiredmartin
Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.
SIZZLING
More urban pubs, this time an open one as I combine a trip to the shops with a trip to the boozer. See ? Men CAN multitask. My walk towards Hillsborough Stadium takes me past a real mix of pubs, from the sports bar with Mrs RM friendly craft cans, to a succession of bars… Continue reading SIZZLING
ON THE WAGON
No, that’s not a photo of the in-laws who we’re entertaining for fourteen (14) days and nights. #prayforretiredmartin I’m still on Thursday, the day after (checks notes) Wednesday From the Sheaf View in Gleadless I wandered through London Road’s cosmopolitan eateries to the Sheaf Island on the edge of studentland.. They used to brew here… Continue reading ON THE WAGON
HEADLESS IN GLEADLESS
Wednesday night concluded with an appropriately inadvisable crispy beer and egg fried rice from Shanghai Garden, the cheapest-looking of north Sheffield’s 6,307 takeaways. It was really good, in the way things often are really good after six pubs. I’ll remember to take a pic of the actual food next time, Dave. On Thursday, I wisely… Continue reading HEADLESS IN GLEADLESS
STALKING BRAPA
At 56 (I know, you’re shocked), you shouldn’t really run for your train after five pints. Equally, after five pints in 3.5 hours you should really call it a day and be grateful that the water features at Sheffield Station are still turned off as they spread Covid. But I’d been made aware that the… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA
“Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
There are two burning questions in the world of pub blogging today; How is Martin the Owl being treated by the staff of the Cumberland pub where BRAPA abandoned him. How is that Leon and I were QUITE so P**** after a mere four pubs on Friday*. I think it was four. Castleford Tap at… Continue reading “Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
A SIXTY SECOND SPOONS SPITFIRE
Some short, sharp posts for you at the moment, due to the fact that I’m entertaining in-laws from Tunbridge Hell who are staying nearby for fourteen (14) nights and can only blog while pretending to boil the kettle. They’d had a hellish journey up from the south as an accident left the A14 closed after… Continue reading A SIXTY SECOND SPOONS SPITFIRE
PONTE PRE-EMPTIVE PURSUIT
Anyone know what pub this is ? Leon was having problems loading WhatPub to find our next Ponte pre-emptive; perhaps it was slow as CAMRA forgot to top up the electric. Luckily I had a map from 1873. The dots are micropubs. We wandered aimlessly back over the footbridge into town, wondering whether the Duke… Continue reading PONTE PRE-EMPTIVE PURSUIT
TOP 100 PUBS – THE ROBIN HOOD, PONTEFRACT
If you read Beer Twitter (folk who write about beer rather than pubs) you might be a bit depressed at the moment. But BRAPA and Colin the Cauliflower and me are here to tell you that EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT. Last week was one of the most wonderful of my pubbing “career”, and I’m still only on… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE ROBIN HOOD, PONTEFRACT
TURQUOISE TICKING IN PONTEFRACT
I was meeting Leon to tick the new GBG entry in Pontefract, the first for, ooh, ages (Ed : 2014) Is Ponte really smaller than Castleford ? Who’d have guessed ? Pontefract has rhubarb and liquorice and THREE railway stations. Leon lives relatively close nearby and also knows about trains, but not in a sinister… Continue reading TURQUOISE TICKING IN PONTEFRACT
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